The Scorpion-Tailed Dragon God had never imagined that a mere Mid God Crimson Pope—and an incarnation at that, not his true body—could actually stop the main god's Titan Worship.
Slaying Titan drew a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. "Good! Good! Good! So the thing hidden deepest in the Infinite Plane isn't Magic New Light, nor the Anxious Demon God, but you, Crimson Pope! Tell me, how did you obtain the second-generation Titan Bloodline?"
Hecatoncheires kindly reminded him, "Father, don't bother calculating bloodline generations. You can't outcalculate him."
"I'll come clean, big nephew. I'm your biological great-uncle," Suye said.
"I..." Slaying Titan launched into a furious tirade.
The Scorpion-Tailed Dragon God stood quietly in the void, secretly healing himself.
After venting his anger, Slaying Titan swept a glance at the "Crimson Pope," engraved him deeply in his mind, and continued attacking the Scorpion-Tailed Dragon God.
Suye kept using magic to aid or hinder them, causing Slaying Titan to be completely unable to do anything to the Scorpion-Tailed Dragon God for the time being.
Slaying Titan grew increasingly irritable, and his skin gradually reddened as divine power stained his entire body.
Several hours later, a voice rang out.
"Esteemed Slaying Titan, leave the Crimson Pope to me." A young man wearing a Swallowtail Coat, white shoes, and a top hat walked over.
Half of his face was rotten, while the other half was pale.
"Good, Loki. The Crimson Pope is yours!" Slaying Titan was overjoyed and charged at the Scorpion-Tailed Dragon God.
The Scorpion-Tailed Dragon God shouted angrily, "Loki, do you intend to make an enemy of all the dragons?"
"Esteemed Scorpion-Tailed Dragon God, I'm not harming you. I merely have a personal grudge against the Crimson Pope."
"Bullshit! The Crimson Pope hadn't become a god when you were imprisoned. You only